The Cruiserweight

by L. Anne Carrington

  Realizing she wasn’t going to let him leave, Brett put on the condom and slid on top of her. He pushed his length inside her in one hard, fast motion, and she wailed while he slammed in and out, her legs open and knees lifted into the air. “This is what you really wanted the moment you saw how big my dick was.” He thrust his hips into hers. “You may think you’re above guys like me with your rich bitch bullshit, but deep down, you’re just another common whore out for a fame fuck.”

  His hands pushed against the insides of her thighs while he plunged deeper. Lauren’s climax washed over her, making her tremble so hard, she wondered if it would make the two of them fall off the desk. “Don’t stop…God, don’t stop!”

  She could feel Brett begin to pulse inside of her and her moans became louder as he kept ramming into her. “I’m going to come now!”

  He made a loud, guttural sound while Lauren screamed in orgasm. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, disposed the used condom, and searched for his clothes.

  Women aren’t the only ones capable of using sex to get ahead in their careers…

  “See Alison on your way out to arrange a photo session for sometime within the next two weeks.”

  He zipped up his jeans. “What happened to you not being sure I was the type your readers wanted to see?”

  “I have a feeling you’re going to be a wonderful addition to Men in the Raw after all.”

  Must’ve been the best fuck she had to date. “I’m sure you’ll be very pleased with the shoot. Thanks for changing your mind and giving me an opportunity. My fans—and girlfriend—will love you.”

  CHAPTER 26

  “Sullivan wants to see you in his office,” Eddie said.

  Karen went white, her pulse racing. Being summoned to the boss’ office was often not a good thing, and she wondered what was wrong to have him meet with her. Good God, I hope my relationship with Brett didn’t leak and Mr. Sullivan had a bitch fit. She headed toward his office, both nervous and annoyed.

  Sullivan was on the phone when she appeared in the doorway. He waved her in, motioning to have a seat. “I’ll get back to you later, Joe,” he said to the caller. He hung up, a smile replacing the gruff exterior the moment he made eye contact. “Just the lady I wanted to see.”

  “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Sullivan. What’s wrong?”

  “That’s what I love about you, Ms. Montgomery. Always wanting to get to the point. To answer your question, I have some good news?”

  “What?”

  “As we all know, you’ve done very well with this paper during your time with us.” He pulled something out of his desk. “And now I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on going into syndication.”

  Karen took the tabloid. “Are you serious? This is one of the top wrestling publications!”

  “That’s one of a few who think you’re good enough to include in their rags.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “This isn’t the time to put on the humble steelworker‘s kid act, Ms. Montgomery. From the first day you walked into this office, I had reason to believe that you were going to go places. Turns out, I was right.”

  “Thank you. I must admit it’s a pleasant surprise.”

  “Speaking of magazines, I hear your friend Kerrigan’s going to strip in a skin one for ladies.”

  “He only agreed if he wasn’t all the way nude.”

  “Kind of defeats the purpose, since people see him half naked when he’s wrestling. He bashful?”

  “Rest assured that Brett’s far from shy. I’m sure he has his reasons for not wanting to take it all off. Maybe he doesn’t want to embarrass his family or something.”

  “Then why pose?”

  “I presume Brett thinks doing the magazine may give his career a push, though I don’t think he needs it. He’s gotten a lot of good wrestling bookings in the last few months.”

  “I can see why you two get along so well. Seems neither one of you do anything but work.”

  “When you love doing something, it feels more like fun than an actual job. Are we finished?”

  “You may get back to whatever project you were doing. Congratulations once again.”

  “Thank you, sir. I’ll have that new feature you wanted ready in an hour.”

  *****

  The euphoria Brett had felt when he left the Men in the Raw office was soon replaced by guilt. When he decided to enter into a relationship with Karen, he’d vowed to remain moganamous, even cutting down on the “sex buddy” part of his friendship with Kyra Dimes—she‘d lost her own job and gone back to her husband anyway.

  Brett felt as if he’d broken that promise to Karen, even though she had no idea he’d made it on the first night they spent together. He even tried to rationalize the encounter with Lauren. It’s not like she’s the kind of chick I’d date, let alone fuck, under any other circumstances. That Bello slut came on to me. At least we both got something out of it—she got laid, and I have a shot in the best women’s skin magazine. Might even lead to more and better wrestling appearances, who knows? No more fucking random chicks, no matter what they have to offer. No way.

  His phone rang, a smile crossing his face when he saw the incoming call’s number. “Hey, sweetheart. I thought we weren’t going to talk until I got online tonight.”

  “That was the plan, but I have some good news that couldn‘t wait!” Karen sounded as if she was about to burst with excitement.

  “Don’t keep me in the dark, baby. What’s happening?”

  “You may now tell your friends you know a syndicated writer.”

  “Wow, when did that happen?”

  “The boss called me into his office earlier today and delivered the news.”

  “That’s great, now I can read your work without having to order any out of town papers.”

  “Believe it or not, I met with the editor today instead of the woman who’d called me. There was some…hesitations… on the editor’s part at first, but by the time I’d left, she made up her mind to put me in.”

  “She must have liked you a lot to make up her mind so soon.”

  Oh, she ‘liked’ me, all right. Got the old ‘casting couch’ treatment. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Stop being so modest. I had high hopes for you all day. Speaking of people having high hopes, guess who I interviewed after lunch?”

  “Jesus, don’t tell me your boss roped you into doing a feature on Patrick. You poor woman, having your ear talked off. I swear he never knows when to shut up.”

  “I wish I was so lucky. No, her name was Kyra Dimes. She told me she’s a good friend of yours and kept in touch even after both of you lost your contracts.”

  Oh, great. Of all people my woman could have gotten to interview, her boss picked my old fuck buddy. Brett made light of the revelation. “If she said anything bad about me, all lies!”

  “On the contrary, Kyra had nothing but good things to say about you. I kind of let it slip you were being considered for Men in the Raw, though. Sorry.”

  “No need to apologize, sweetheart. I told her about it when we ran into each other the day after I talked to you on the phone.”

  “I should email Graham Sobeck or Gil Preston and suggest they hire Kyra. She’d make a nice valet for you.”

  “Never mind. I, Brett Kerrigan, am a lone wolf in the ring. Only hacks need a woman on their arms.”

  “I guess that leaves me out too.”

  “I said in the ring. Away from it, I couldn’t have a better woman. What else did you two ladies discuss besides me?”

  “She’s making some appearances on the East Coast next month.”

  “No shit? I should call her and make arrangements to get together. Maybe stop and bring you with me so you two can meet in person.”

  “Not sure if I can get the time off, Brett.”

  “I’ll talk to your boss. I think the guy likes me, and even you say how charming I am. What do you think? You game if Kyra can do it?”


  “Keep me updated. Sounds very intriguing. Listen, I have to get back to work. Can we pick up where we’re leaving off when I get home later?”

  “Sure. I’m on my way to the gym. Congratulations on your syndication. I’m proud of you.”

  “I can’t wait to see your Men in the Raw layout.”

  “Won’t see anything you haven’t seen before, baby. Love you.”

  CHAPTER 27

  Two weeks after his last conversation with Karen, Brett was on a luxurious set, clad only in a G-string while a Men in the Raw photographer snapped several pictures, instructing him to pose in various ways. Assistants scattered to made sure everything from lighting to the set was perfect, being they were aware that Lauren Bello was a stickler for high-quality features down to the last minor detail.

  Brett felt a little self-conscious posing almost nude in front of total strangers in spite of reassuring himself it wasn’t much different from wearing a Speedo while wrestling in front of audiences around the world. What was I thinking when I agreed to this? Oh yeah…Karen. Think about her and you should be okay.

  The circumstances became more tense when Lauren appeared on the set with her personal assistant. Neither woman’s eyes left Brett’s form during the entire photo session. Great, she‘s the last bitch I wanted to see. Is she here to make sure everything’s going okay, keeping the photographer from hitting on me, or expecting me to fuck her and her little bimbo assistant as a ‘thank you’ gesture? If it’s the latter, forget it. Bitch couldn’t pay me enough money, even if the thought of doing two chicks at once is pretty hot.

  “Remove the G-string and turn to the wall,” the photographer instructed, snapping Brett out of his thoughts.

  “What? Dude, I said I wasn’t going to do any naked shit!”

  “Of course, but there won’t be full-frontal nudity. Just your ass.”

  In that case, what the hell? With or without a G-string, the full moon is out. He turned around and peeled off the tiny garment, and now naked, he posed against a nearby wall, his back to the camera.

  He turned his head and gave a seductive gaze into the lens. Click. “Beautiful, Mr. Kerrigan. Hold that pose.” Click, click, click.

  Lauren still stared at him, licking her lips. Oh yeah, she wants me for sure. Keep dreaming, because only Karen gets my dick.

  Brett enjoyed dancing, posing, flexing, laying across a sofa, sprawling in a chair, and making other suggestive poses. His “bad boy” side emerged—along with a slight erection—and the photographer, crew, and staff loved it.

  The photo session ended early in the evening, and Lauren walked over and handed Brett the robe she‘d taken from a nearby assistant. “Great job.”

  “Thanks.” He slipped it on, covering his nudity. “You have a great staff.”

  “Would you like to go somewhere for dinner? My treat.”

  More like “Do you want to go somewhere and fuck?” No thanks. “Can I take a rain check? I have other plans for tonight.”

  “Sure.” Lauren slipped a card in one of the robe’s pockets. “My private number in case you get some free time.”

  He gave her a slight nod and headed toward the dressing room,. Don’t hold your breath, lady.

  Both the photo shoot and thinking about Karen aroused him, and Brett sprinted to his dressing room, locked the door, and stripped. He spread a towel across the sofa and got comfortable. Once he was sure that he was alone, he could take his time getting down to business. Why rush something as intensely physical and pleasurable as masturbating all the way to an orgasm which completely took over his body?

  His erection growing harder as he stroked, the movement up and down on his shaft increased more as his thoughts shifted to the night he and Karen made love the first time. Feelings of intense pleasure enveloped his body, and Brett’s hand was moving so fast, it was a blur. His breathing quickened as more erotic memories with Karen took over his mind. He came with a howl, squirting semen on the towel while his entire body shuddered in ecstasy.

  When he finished, he collapsed backward in a heap, a sigh of both satisfaction and relief escaping his lips. What a rush! Jerking off may not be sex with Karen, but it would have to do. He felt exhilarated.

  After he recovered, Brett cleaned up, hiding the offensive towel in the bottom of a laundry bin before he showered and dressed. He then slipped out of the studio without being noticed.

  CHAPTER 28

  Several weeks passed since Brett’s photo shoot with Men in the Raw, and as expected, he’d gotten ribbings from both Patrick and their fellow wrestlers. He took the good-natured teasing in stride, laughing it off with comebacks such as, “You’re just jealous because your dicks aren’t as big as mine,” and “Is it impossible that a short dude gets a naked profile for once?”

  “When’s that thing coming out?” Patrick asked. “I need something new to laugh at.”

  “I suppose in the next couple of months. You know, they have to pick out the best pictures and do editing shit.”

  “Yeah, they got to make you not so ugly so women don’t get scared away.”

  Brett gave him a playful punch on the arm. “Shut up! You’re just ragging on me because you weren’t picked.”

  “I’m just fucking with you, man. To be honest, I can’t think of a guy who deserves every bit of success more than my best buddy.”

  “Thanks, Pat. Hey, how’s the newest movie?”

  “Great. It should be done by next spring in time for some film festivals. By the way, Dillard found that 2001 cheesy movie you were in being sold on eBay. One of my movie buff friends took the liberty of finding a copy for me.”

  “Oh, God.” I was so hoping that part of my life was gone forever once the shitty thing was out of circulation. “Show it to anyone else, and I’ll cut off your balls, holmes.”

  Patrick slid a DVD into its player. “Nah, this is just for my entertainment until your skin spread comes out.”

  “Something you aren’t telling me? I thought you only liked looking at naked bimbos.”

  “I do, but I have to see yours to believe it happened. Does Karen know your bare ass is about to be seen by the entire world?”

  “Yes she does, and it‘s no problem.”

  “You must be kidding me. Most women would have a bitch fit about their guys doing something like that. You know when it comes out and you have other chicks all over you, right?”

  “She’s not the jealous type. I gave her the heads up before everything happened, and she was cool, even wants an autographed copy. As for other girls being ‘all over me’, the only one who will matter is Karen.”

  “Damn, I need to find someone like her.”

  “You might have a better chance if you stopped sneaking into women’s locker rooms to have quickies in the shower, and stayed out of bars and strip joints.”

  “Yeah, whatever.” Patrick began to laugh and pointed to the TV screen. “Dude, what was up with you and the clown makeup in this scene?”

  “It wasn’t clown makeup, asshole. It was part of the character I played.”

  “Too bad, it kind of improved your looks.”

  “Very fucking funny. I’ll have you know it took five takes to do that scene because the other dude kept missing his cue. Now, may we finish watching the rest of the movie without you bagging on me all night?”

  “Sure, but I still say that face paint was so you.”

  Brett rolled his eyes. “Just watch the movie without adding any more smart ass commentary.”

  *****

  Karen hadn’t been feeling well the last few weeks, being more tired than usual and having periods of nausea. She figured that she’d caught some kind of weird, persistent flu, since some of her co-workers had been out sick as well. Despite not feeling her best, she went to work each morning.

  “What’s wrong?” Phoebe asked one day. “You’ve been looking wiped out. Are you getting enough sleep?”

  “I’ve been getting eight to twelve hours, but still feel worn out. Some days, even
thinking about food makes my stomach upset.”

  “Did you get a flu shot?”

  “I went that route last year and spent a week in bed with a bad case of it not long afterward. No thanks.”

  “At least go to the doctor for a checkup.”

  “I hate going.”

  “So do I, but at least you’ll know for sure it isn’t anything serious. I’m going to talk with Mr. Sullivan about you taking off the rest of the day to visit the company clinic.”

  “Phoebe, really, I’m fine.”

  “No, you’re not. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Karen shook her head and went back to typing up the current story she‘d been working on. Why do I even bother telling her anything?

  The phone on her desk rang. “You have an appointment with Dr. Saks at three-thirty,” Sullivan said.

  “But I—”

  “No buts, Ms. Montgomery. I have Miss Sellers in the office and she’s told me you haven’t been doing well. Go get a checkup and take the rest of the week off. I can have Romano cover for you.”

  Karen let out a long sigh. There’s no point arguing with him. “All right, I’ll go see Dr. Saks at the clinic if it shuts everyone up.”

  “Not about shutting us up, just to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I am, it’s a little bug.”

  “That’s why you’re seeing the doctor, to make sure that’s all it is. Now go; you need to be there in half an hour.”

  CHAPTER 29

  Brett planned to stay home the following Friday in with a bowl of popcorn and video games for company. So far, none of his plans seemed to work out. First, his game box died, and while trying to fix the system, he had forgotten about the popcorn before smoke began to billow from the kitchen. "Ow! Son of a…" he exclaimed as he dropped a bag he’d pulled from the microwave, grumbling a string of expletives under his breath as the doorbell rang.